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If the cats are the reincarnations of the past darlings then they are desperately trying to save you, and other darlings, from the red flags of this whole world's nightmares for darlings. 

Cheshire making sure Ace and Deuce stay far, FAR away from you. And Riddle especially when he’s starting to show more of his controlling behavior. Because it reminds him of the Queen of Hearts.

Nala being surprisingly overprotective of Cheka when he comes by but still hisses at Leona when he manages to come by. Because she couldn’t protect her cub from Scar. 

Sushi refusing to let you get anything Azul gets you because he doesn’t want you to be indebted to him like he was Ursula. 

Rajah trying to blind Jamil with her claws to protect you from his mind control powers so you can’t be controlled like she and her family was by Jafar.

Duchess using all the power in her claws to keep you alert of the Pomefiore boys’ presence so you can’t be drugged and locked in a mirror prison like the Evil Queen did to him.

Chimera destroying every spy tool installed by Idia because the less he knows the harder it will be for you to be kidnapped and hauled off to the underworld like Hades did to her.

And Diablo stopping you from being brainwashed into blindly loving them forever like Maleficent did to him.  

The padded chairs are comfortable, but the frames are build of solid, thick pinewood. On the armrests, a band of metal built into the frame has been closed and locked over both wrists on each of their arms. Artair jerks against his bindings, thrashing, but solid wood was much harder to maneuver in any truly useful way. Of the two, his mouth is the one gagged, if only to keep that clever tongue from spilling spells. He makes a noise, but it's garbled nonsense, and he jerks harder, to no avail. The wood of each leg seems bolted to the ground. "Ah ah." Richard intones with his reveal, standing with his hands clasped behind him. "None of that, darling." His eyes scan Artair as if appraising him, and his smile seems deceptively warm. They flick to his counterpart. Steph is also restrained, though he has been permitted to speak, mouth free of cloth and tape. "I hope you two are comfortable down here. Though I'm afraid no other arrangements can be made. Unless one of you would prefer to lie down? Not you, of course. You might find some way to make me regret that." He glances back to Artair. "But perhaps....you?" Baby blue eyes are back on Steph now, and his smile only seems to widen. "Though perhaps you don't need it either, Mm? You still seem a bit drowsy. Was Teddie perhaps a bit too rough with your invitation, Darling? I apologize."

Steph groans softly as he comes to, eyes fluttering open. His head hurts, and he feels... very disoriented. But he can hear some commotion next to him, and sees Artair? He goes to reach for the other but quickly finds that he's cuffed down to a chair just like his dear friend's. What even happened, that they were here? An escape room? No, he hadn't had anything like that planned, and that sorta thing costs money.

But then there's someone else, and wow his accent sure is cool! And, oh that's sweet, he wants them to be comfy. He's still a bit slow to process, unable to connect the dots just yet... until the other mentions someone called Teddie being rough. "Teddie..?" He asks, searching his mind. That's right! He'd been doing, something, and this really big guy came in a hurry and bonked him on the head! He'd looked like he was in some sort of rush. Wait a minute... he got bonked, and woke up in-- his eyes glance around them briefly-- a weird prison basement looking thing, and they were basically tied up, and Artair was struggling, and gagged.

Artair fought the urge to drag his hand down his face; if anyone in the world was more stubborn than him, it was fucking Reverb. It didn't matter if lighting the garden on fire to get rid of some weeds was a terrible fucking idea. If he said no or shot it down, that was just incentive for the shithead to prove him wrong or prove he could. "Well." He chewed his lip for a moment, taking the pause to mull over the perfect wording. Anything less could result in an on-fire backyard. "I mean, you could do that, I guess. I don't doubt you could take everything out in a hot second if you wanted. But like. I'm sure there are more entertaining things to light on fire." In places that are significantly less flammable.

Reverb rubs across the bottom of his nose with a thumb, followed by a small sniff as he looks out at the expanse of back yard that was soon to be a garden. Of course it would be big, he doubted Lexus would allow anything smaller. Artair wanted a garden, he was going to get a big fucking garden. Maybe even a greenhouse too, in time. The mere thought grated on him. Fucking Lexus.

I'll probably write more, but it's still brewing. If you guys can think of a title that would be helpful lol

Part 1, Part 3

Civilian woke with a start, shooting up to sitting as she frantically looked around. The last thing she remembered was Supervillain picking her up. She sighed - no one was in the room with her. The walls were plain with simple furnishings - a small dark dresser and a nightstand next to the single bed she was laying on. This is by far one of the softest beds she’s ever been on with soft black and green sheets. 

“You really love your color scheme,” Civilian mumbled as she pushed the comforter to the side and swung her legs off the bed towards the window. Civilian definitely tried to stand up too quickly and had to sit back down for a moment until the room stopped spinning. She stood again, much more slowly this time, and headed to the window where light was pushing through. She almost didn’t realize that her shoes were off until the soft plush carpet beneath was almost tickling the bottoms of her feet. 

Pulling back the curtain, Civilian was faced with a view of the ocean. For all the time that she lived near the ocean, Civilian rarely found her way to the water. It was breathtaking watching the waves crash against the shoreline. She looked down as best as she could but could only see sharp, angry rocks jutting from the water below. This would not be the way to go. 

Civilian sighed, letting the fabric fall from her fingers. She looked around the room again, hoping for another way other than the door that was almost certainly locked, but came up with nothing. It was either: drop down to the crashing waves and sharp rocks, stay put until someone came for her (good or bad), or try the door and find a way out of here. She also didn’t see her shoes which could be a problem when trying to run. Maybe she could find some on her hunt for the front door. 

She pressed her ear to the door, trying to listen for anything on the other side. Hearing nothing for several moments, Civilian moved her hand to the door handle and as slow as she could, tried to turn the handle. She was immediately met with resistance at the lock. Moving the handle either way, trying to force it open proved useless.

Tears pricked her eyes with the realization that she wasn’t getting out of here. With no idea on how to pick a lock and certain death from the window, Civilian had no choice but to sit on the bed and hope that whatever Supervillain was planning to do with her wouldn’t be bad. 

–

It was maybe an hour before Civilian heard any sort of movement behind the door. She had been pacing for a while, went through all the drawers in the dresser and nightstand (only to find varied sizes of black v-neck t-shirts and sweatpants) before she planted herself in front of the window, curtains pulled back. 

Her head slightly turned at the sound of feet walking down the hall, she couldn’t tell the mood of whoever was walking, but it still made Civilian's heart beat faster with every step. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to meet whoever was coming for her, afraid of what they had planned for her. Her heart spiked and skipped when she heard the door unlock and push open, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn around. 

“You’re awake,” Supervillain sounded surprised. Civilian still couldn’t turn to face him, but would recognize his voice anywhere. “How are you feeling?”

Civilian hugged her arms closer together. She couldn’t fathom that he actually cared and was just hoping he would get to the point and let her go. All Civilian could bring herself to do was stare out at the ocean still crashing against the shoreline. A hand on her shoulder almost made her jump, a gasp escaped as her fingers dug into her arms. “You okay?” Supervillain asked as he turned Civilian to face him. 

“What do you want?” Civilian looked straight in Supervillain's eyes. His eyes were as bright and green as the forest after a rain. She could easily get lost in those eyes, but shook her head and nudged his hand off her shoulder, turning back towards the ocean.

Supervillain let out a long sigh, “I just want to know how you’re doing. You passed out on the streets. I wasn’t sure where to bring you, so I brought you here.”

Civilian looked at him from the corner of her eye. He at least sounded genuine, but this was Supervillain we were talking about. “I’m fine,” she whispered and turned back to the water.

The air was tense and awkward as Supervillain could tell she was definitely not fine and Civilian couldn’t think of any of the questions she had thought of since she woke up. 

“Are you hungry?” Civilian’s stomach decided to answer for her, releasing the loudest growl possible. Civilian’s face turned red as Supervillain chuckled at her discomfort. “I’ll take that as a yes. Won’t you join me for breakfast? We can talk.”

As much as Civilian didn’t want to - she was hungry - and she didn’t really see any other option. “Okay,” she said and turned around to see Supervillain smiling, his arm extended to her in a silent request to link arms together. She hugged her arms tight to her and moved to walk past him. She didn’t make it far before he linked their arms anyway and led her out of the room.

---------------------------------------------------

“Don’t be weird about it!” Yuugi complained, cheeks turning a delightful shade of rose. He pressed his hands over Atem’s face, pushing the other’s head back and away from his neck, maybe with a little too much force. Whatever, Atem deserved it for being weird.

He was simply concerned for her, he wanted her to relax a bit, to let loose and simply enjoy things the way they had all those years ago in Nibelheim. Truly he was looking out for her and this was the very last thing that he expected. Honestly he wondered if the barstool would hold the both of them, then again it wasn’t as if either of them weighed a whole lot, sure he was tall but he was lithe, muscular true but toned rather then bulked, and she.....was so soft. His breath hitched as the woman leaned over him and pressed those lips to his chest, right over his heart, which currently was giving away what his facade was not as it beat like a jackhammer. 

“You’re drunk.” He would be surprised if she wasn’t, the amount of liquor in her spoke volumes about her need for this release, her need to simply let herself go and stop worrying but......it wasn’t really right, still he was not only a man but he was a man that had very deep, very real feelings for the very woman that was.......well for lack of a better term, that was crawling all over him like he was hers. If only she knew.

If this was legitimately any other situation he wouldn’t have resisted nearly as much, he would have been confused and asked, made sure it was what she wanted true but he would have submitted very easily, but this.....his head was fogged as well, though not nearly as much as hers, but those lips, those breasts, that rear, all of it was so enticing, so wonderful.......so amazing.

He knew there was at least some basis, even a drink couldn’t make someone that didn’t want anything to do with someone do this, inhibitions might vanish, but that was just that, inhibitions not changing things. 

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Omg that’s hilarious lol oh boy idk how Courtney would handle that happening, I feel like she would be too paranoid to keep anything like that on her computer, I can see that happening Duncan though lol